September 11 Digital Archive: XML Document
Story:My son, who is 14 years old, wrote the following poem. It b
rought many a tear to those who have read it.
We cannot change what has already happened,
We can only look forward to the future and grab it.
Make the wrong turns into right,
Let the day turn into night.
Sleep.... so peacefully, dreaming away,
Then hope that you'll come back someday.
While we dream, there are people dying,
While you dream, children are crying.
And thats why we fight over seas,
So people here can sleep with ease.